The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-17

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would you kiss me, WinnieP"
She looked up into his face, bearded
face, and found very tender express
sion in his eyes, and she kissed him
without hesitation.
The mothers heart was also soften
ed by this little episode; so when the
man had finished his meal, she said to
him:
II will make you up q bed on the
floor, in the room above this "
you are very kind, ma am" he re-
piled, 'but, really, / don't think l
could sleep in n made-up bed. So
many years as I've slept in hammock
at sea, and on the ground under the
trees in foreign lands, and in the fence
corners and in hay-lofts in my own
country. have just about untitled me
for sleeping like Christian, in a clean
bed. Your husband can show me the
way to the barn, and I'll warrant that
| get nights rest there. "
Mrs. Seymour left him sitting there
when she had removed the dishes and
gone into the sitting-room. The SER
want girl and the two hired men look
ed into the kitchen, and, seeing who
was its occupant, withdrew The brief
evening passed; Mr.. Seymour, accord
ing to his usual custom, had offered up
his evening family prayer, and he then
sang hym, while his wife accompan-
led him on the organ.
What is that?" he asked, when he
had finished. Both listened, and heard
the tramp in the kitchen singing a verse
of the same hymn.
"He is a queer fellow" said the
wife. "He refused my offer Of bed
over the kitchen, and wants you to
show him the hay-mow. He said he
had been sailor, and couldn't sleep
in bed. And to hear him singing
that hymn after you!"
Mr.. Seymour started at her words,
and walked the floor. Then, remark
ing that he would 90 and show him
his bed in the barn, he left the room.
His wife was wearied with the house.
hold labors of the long summer day,
and retired to bed. Before her hus-
band returned she was sleeping sound
ly.
There was no sleep for Wellington
Seymour on that long-remembered
night. The face and the voice of the
tramp effectually drove slumbcr from
his pillow, wearied rs he was When
he showed him to his nest in the barn
he had asked his name, but the man
shook his head.
"Nameln he cried, "what should
want of q name? Names are for people
who can honor them. ! suppose had
one, once; but l have pretty near for
gotten it. b"
The farmer walked the floor of the
sitting-room for an hour, trying to com
pose himself. and to drive that face and
that voice from his mind. The effort
was useless, but it so added to his ex'
haustion that he hoped he might sleep.
The clock struck twelve, and. after
that, one; but Mr.. Seymour still lay
awake.
Exhausted in body and mind, he rose
and went out into the open air. There
was q brilliant harvest moon in the
heavens, and he saw from the side
piazza dark figure moving slowly
down the hillside back of the house
and across the fields. He watched The
movements of this figure, and was sur
prised to see it advancing straight to
ward his outbuildings. When the mar
was hidden from sight behind the barn
Mr.. Seymour cautiously darted out tC
reconnoiter. He placed his hand on tho
mans arm just as he was entering the
barn. 1t was the tramp.
What does this mean, sir?' be
sternly demanded.
Don't be alarmed. said the man
I'm neither house-breaker nor barn
burner. | assure you. But-many year,
ag used to know this neighborhood
and haven't seen it for thirty years.
couldn't sleep wink tonight, ant
started to rove around-for that's my
disposition. Pve been all over YOU
farm. and fine place 1t is. And | see
you have cemetery up there on the
hill. It's your first wife, take it, ant
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